Saturday 20th February

In the desert (a final reflection on wilderness, with links to Ezekiel 37)

There are times

When we stand

In the desert:

The stench of death

Choking our nostrils:

Dust in our eyes,

And the deafening silence

Of oppression

Filling our ears.

Times when questions

Swirl amid our anguish

And the demise

Of our hope.

At such times

We can only

Wait for the breath

Of the Spirit

Which will surely come.

By Jeannie Kendall